what is the art of hidden perks?
when realization
becomes an embrace (?),
to love yourself
through what you feel (?).
going further
when disrobed from perspective (?).
falling for the seduction of essence,
in that it makes you the want of drawnness
then gives you the cajolery of no choice (?).
is this when the camouflage of living
comes in the first person, clean?
is this when consciousness
becomes the tides of buoyancy? . . .
is this then the art of hidden perks?
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